Radha finished lunch and returned to her desk. But she found it hard to focus on her work. No matter how much she tried, glimpses of old-man and his son’s conversation and glimpses of Vansh’s behaviour paraded through her mind. She somehow managed to juggle her thoughts and finish the work. Radha booked a cab to return home as she was having a bad headache and didn’t want to take the bus.
As soon as Radha entered the house, she could hear noises from the kitchen. Radha smiled to herself, she knew Pragya was up to something.
“Masterchef seems busy”, Radha called out loud, and it startled Pragya.
“Ohh Rads, you are back. How was your day?” Pragya asked cheerfully.
“Please don’t ask, I have a bad headache” Radha shrugged.
“Calls for an Adrak wali chai (ginger tea) doesn’t it?,” said Pragya.
“Yes, please”, Radha replied with a sigh of relief.
“Well it’s almost ready, but first, you freshen up,” said Pragya in a relaxing tone. Radha smiled and nodded.
Meanwhile, Pragya switched on Tv and arranged four hot Samosas and two cups of steaming hot Adrak wali chai (ginger tea) on the table.
“Inder Bhaiya’s samosa?” Radha giggled loudly, and her face lit up.
“Yeah I got them while returning”, Pragya giggled back.
“Aww Prags, you are such a sweetheart”, Radha cuddled her cheeks. Radha and Pragya loved Inder bhaiya’s samosa. The spicy mashed potato stuffing, the perfect coating and finally, deep-fried in ghee was an ideal evening snack. “Hmmm yummmmmm,… Radha said clumsily after taking a big bite.
“Yes, okay. Now you tell me what went wrong today?” Pragya asked.
“These men I tell you”, Radha replied in a disgusted tone.
“Men?” Pragya asked in a curious tone. Radha rolled her eyes and saw Pragya’s typical wicked smile and narrowed eyes. Before Pragya could proceed, Radha got up and brought her laptop.
“Another blog! Rads, please have some mercy on the readers” Pragya teased Radha.
“Well, to be honest, even I don’t know what I’ll write”. I think I have to sort out things in my head first and then pen down something. Radha replied in a confused tone and kept aside the laptop without even opening her blog.
“Common Rads, it’s your head, not a wardrobe that you will sort it” Pragya giggled.
“Very funny,” Radha replied, making a face.
Later that evening, Radha and Pragya finished their respective chores. They ordered dinner. Post dinner, as they were about to retire to their beds, the doorbell rang sharply. Radha and Pragya exchanged glances. They knew it was an old man. As usual, it was Radha opened the door and handed him a bowl of ice. Then Radha too retired to bed but brought her laptop also. Pragya very well noticed it.
“Rads you normally publish your blogs at 4pm and now its 11pm. Are you sure you want to publish something now? I think you should be a little more cautious regarding the content that you publish. After all, it’s just a virtual world”, Pragya said in a serious tone.
“I understand”, replied Radha and kept aside the laptop for the second time without even opening her blog.
They discussed some casual stuff, and in no time, Pragya dozed off. Radha switched off the bedroom lights and tried to sleep. But she could not. She kept tossing and turning in her bed. No matter what Pragya or anyone else says, Radha had a special place in her heart for her blogs. It’s not that, blogging is her medium to express her feelings or gaining sympathy or mere appreciation from her readers, it was probably her way of venting out her pent up emotions.
Radha finally got up and switched on her side of bed light and brought her laptop for the third time. She logged into her account. She wanted to go through the comment section once again, but she dismissed the thought and opened the new post section.
“Prags is right, I shouldn’t be showcasing my feelings publicly. I think I should use mask my feelings”, Radha muttered to herself as she began typing.
“Why does a candle desire to melt?
Why does the moth strive for burning?
I think the test of this passion is life,…
After all every soul is thirsty and
every heart has a question,..”
Radha took a deep breath after mindfully typing each word and finally pressed the publish button. She glanced at the wall clock, it was nearly 12am.